Look at life with the man who sees oh yeah? And what does he
see? His life and sometimes a bloke down the road. He knows nothing about anything
because he is an old chubby fart. I know more about him than he knows about
me because I've been through his rubbish. He says I smell of meatballs, well
better to smell natural than like a tarts handbag. He hangs about on his balcony
because his wife won't let him smoke indoors - wel l he should toss himself
off. Spending all day in Hoxton drinking Lavazza and trying to impress artists,
telling them he will give them a show so they buy him drinks, and offering to
take them to art-fairs so he can get their clothes off- he is a disgrace. He
is always talking about being a hippybut I know from talking to my brother that
if he was there now in his suit and cufflinks he would be Norman Normal, a grey
establishment prick.; that's why his page is grey and dull. He is jealous because
I have colour and music and can make animated gifs. I have told Vic to sack
him or I'm going it aloner. And It's no good him pushing his sleeves up to the
elbows and thinking he looks like a rebel because he just looks like George
Michael's dad - apart from anything else he has a shiny head. Well, Mr Knobreath,
I have a message for you and it is this: Take your wild rocket salad with Tuscan
dressing and stick it up your arse. Ha Ha!